Saturday, October 16, 2004

Rory Update #5

I forgot to mention last time that Rory has hair on her back. Very unfortunate, but i have heard it will slough off.

She is not very interested in reading yet. She prefers to stare off into the distance when awake.

She's a good flailer. She does not seem to be able to control her legs and arms just yet.

Yesterday, whilst playing some mind-building classical music to her, she started to bobble her head. Like those sports toys. Left, right and in a circle.

PS -- we are still finalizing the results of the tyke pool, and will soon announce the winners. And we have weekly photos to show her explosive growth.

Wednesday, October 13, 2004

Rory Update #4

Over the past weeks Rory has scratched the following items off her "must-do" list:

Her first ferry trip
Her first boat trip on Graham's pickle boat.
Her first Canadian thanksgiving
Her first party
Her first hike (my favorite so far)
Her first infant massage class

What she has already stopped doing:
Being startled -- that infant reflex was so cool. Especially when she would startle herself.
Sleeping all day and night. That only lasted for 48 hours.
After a big yawn, flapping her lips like a horse. I really miss that.

Colleen has some good "firsts" too. I am a bit jealous, and want these to happen to me.
Rory peed on her leg in public. It was a huge wetspot.
Rory has done mega-spit-up on Colleen. Several times. We have learned to reduce this action from occuring by refraining from jiggling her after eating, and keeping her at a 30 degree angle for about a half hour.


Also, Colleen and I are working on our affectionate names for her.
At first Colleen refered to her as "mouse" due to her frequent squeaking. She now mainly grunts.
Now Colleen is calling her "pumpkin" This might be due to the enourmous size of her head or the impending Halloween holiday.

I tend to call her "burrito" since we wrap her into a blanket for her trips outdoors. Others I have used are:

milk-breath (usually milk-chunks on her tongue)
chunky-butt (those big cotton diapers)

Apparently Colleen's dad would refer to Colleen as a "sack of potatoes"

What were you called, or do you call your little tyke? Please comment below.